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cut crafty construction
concepts dejected
creativity connected
is there more wonderment
than in wondering
the brain
to harm oneself
to remember
what brought oneself
here in the first place

» Posted By matt m On 12.18.2018 @ 12:03 am


it’s just the green screen dreams
of the emblematic scenes
that populate extremes
the timeless takes those endless japes
you long to be obscene
too occasional to be extreme
so occasionally unpleased

» Posted By matt m On 12.14.2018 @ 1:09 am

occasional happiness
marred by insanity
slow left turns onto cobblestone dreamscapes
left behind in the past, like a blonde baby smiling
a lost memory, an occasion to be occasional
softly in blow
in snow
end though
broken bones
lead to
occasional happiness

» Posted By matt m On 12.13.2018 @ 3:28 pm


when i drink a breath
of fresh
like a steamy mirror
a reflection of all
obscured by clouds
aroma mild
espresso repressed instruct
enough breath
to get
through the day

» Posted By matt m On 12.10.2018 @ 1:51 pm

express me
coffee coughing
fit drinking in
warmth i’ve never had
a broke bouquet of deficiencies
different than me
i wish i were
these mornings
a log in a cabin
good to the last drop
a bean smashed into bits
strained to a cup
drink me down
for your energy
crush me like i am nothing
sip me up
cough me down

» Posted By matt m On 12.10.2018 @ 9:54 am


have you ever thought how scary clowns are
but scarier are people
no makeup
no michevious grins
no high pitched laugh
just an average human
scarier than death
builders of an apocalypse
dreamers of an end
prognosticators of the never was
and always has been
they create
so they can destroy.

» Posted By matt m On 12.07.2018 @ 11:28 pm


eventually, we’re all related
aren’t we
by what means are we interconnected
and why do those connections fray so wearily at the seams
torn apart barely threaded
an insane reign of whatever he said-ed
gone too far long done
is there anything or anyone who says
how we get out of this one

» Posted By matt m On 12.06.2018 @ 3:26 pm


two fifty four
in the afternoon
a ripped raindrop cloudy skied dreamscape
you ask
what is fun?
a broken break backed construct
when everything moves in slow motion
and time stands still
you can’t pinpoint the moment
and you never will.

» Posted By matt m On 12.05.2018 @ 2:56 pm


my mind is an oasis
a half memories gap
in the sadness i’ve been provided with
why not
as if
it’s just a laugh, isn’t it?
i read so many books
now i’m just an illiterate fuck
why isn’t there more places for me
why can’t there be
more alliteration for me
illerate and unhappy
oasis can’t wait to be
something you can’t feel
but you always see

» Posted By matt m On 12.04.2018 @ 4:48 pm

oh, this oasis
of tapestry
taped back flap jacks
dessert, desert me
feed me til i can’t breathe
make me grow flabby armpits
remind me of my inconsequential reality
hold me, cover me in whipped cream
creme freche
get fresh with my insides
until i’m full again

» Posted By matt m On 12.04.2018 @ 10:21 am


feeling bad
is just that the way we all feel right now
happiness is a barrier
between the normal and the maladjusted
or is that just an idiom to which we subscribe
is a momentary, fleeting glimpse
into a smile
a norm
or the subject of poetry
a unique knock on capitalism
or the human condition?

» Posted By matt m On 11.30.2018 @ 7:13 pm

you stay yourself
you change the same
is there money
in this morbid game
you sell yourself
the meme to maim
your barrier
is sensible
you present yourself
as a vapid hole

» Posted By matt m On 11.30.2018 @ 1:04 pm


walking around
or maybe rome
we kissed
does it get any better than this?
the water up to our knees
my blood cut, begging concierge please
you crack a smile by the sea
take a tour of these
small towns, big cities
nothing means anything anymore
don’t take life too seriously
two weeks, too weak to speak
we’ll always have italy
a thing we’d say
if either of us managed to change
too many days, too long away
a dream always changes the same

» Posted By matt m On 11.29.2018 @ 1:09 am


oh jodi
you figured out the corners of my heart
and you creased them all for you
i got text stood up
i want a boom or a bang
will i ever see you again?
i got a Voltaire wish
to claim my stake with you
it’s this Hawthorne life
now that i’m far apart from you

» Posted By matt m On 11.27.2018 @ 2:19 pm

the corners
of my wrinkled paper heart
are cut from the same cloth
as the fabric
of your dresses
so vintage and so new
can you remember the time
we spent all our money at yaffa
in the village
it closed last year
i think it’s because of us
reminds small businesses
like our pretense
they die too.

» Posted By matt m On 11.27.2018 @ 2:12 pm


is there a moment
steering away from the road
oncoming traffic
feeling the highs and lows
it’s so so
the honk of the horn
the drift of the wind
the smell of roses
my heart’s fed up
with a boom and a bang
it’s a rumor thing
it’s too much
this drive
to see you

» Posted By matt m On 11.26.2018 @ 9:44 am


heil, whoever
this world is shit
pontificating authoritarianism
hailstorm abomination
echoes from the past in the moment
time is an abstraction it repeats again
angst of a forgotten time
is a quiet whisper
hagiography graffiti
spitting on our graves
don’t you want this to happen now?

» Posted By matt m On 11.22.2018 @ 1:01 am

staring at the dream of the consequent
laughing at the reality
as we defend the mediocrity
why we take our time
when there’s only the moments in between
those breaths we pretend to take
the hailstorm of drudgery is so pithy
the yawning of the maw is so gaping
while i’m never here although my body is
i can’t remember why
the sighs are so clean
and explain more than
i want them to

» Posted By matt m On 11.22.2018 @ 12:10 am

oh prem do you remember
those summer days
the memory fades
i was playing basketball
your lip was bleeding
an ice pack pink stained
and a hailstorm of lemonade
the green eyed girl
i had never seen before
etched into my mind’s eye
calling to me in my deep sighs
there’s never been anything like this
nothing quite like my mind’s eye
nothing quite like your eye
nothing quite like you and i

» Posted By matt m On 11.21.2018 @ 5:24 pm

the streaming of our collective consciousness
interrupted by the static of confusion
last lost of living in these progressively stranger days
the hailstorm maelstrom of information
no wonder we can’t procreate
we don’t touch fingers abated

» Posted By matt m On 11.21.2018 @ 10:06 am

it’s a cold day in hell if i won’t think about these days
in a future where my past is a frozen contemplate
is there a better moment gone as i ruminate the change
the weary hailstorm is the warmest all the same

» Posted By matt m On 11.20.2018 @ 11:42 pm


broke like dollar penniless again
distressed depressed repressed from the
perfect analogue
in a digital download
our reference to the past are prosaic
or perhaps pretentious
i can’t remember the last time
we felt relevant
the last time words we spoke
evoked inspired endless sensation
elated before deflated
bored bored boredom
of this capitalistic strife
bore me until i’m broke again

» Posted By matt m On 11.14.2018 @ 11:56 pm


a broken break backed moment
stuck in time a sigh echoed in sheets
covered over our heads
you came so late in the night
moist, full of fancy free

i an anxious man never saw it coming
you so flowing and unencumbered
we did the things you think
you can’t talk about
even though we did
in that dusty yellow motel
i wish i was there tonight
an echo of a time when i felt right

» Posted By matt m On 11.08.2018 @ 1:41 am


what else do you have to offer
a mindless word or two in conversation
about simplicity vocations
i need a vacation
away from the realization
civilization is masturbation
flaunting timeless cliches about
political indoctrination

» Posted By matt m On 10.18.2018 @ 11:47 am


i gather you haven’t quite thought this out
your opinion is so, so
softly swaddled
in opinion pieces
pisces fish
piece of shit
told what to think
how to live
by white men
who want to sap you
of your strength

» Posted By matt m On 09.28.2018 @ 10:36 am


a mustachioed malcontent
a brooklyn eyed intolerance
where is the smile you had
why don’t you forget the sad
waxy thin musk of oil
pockmarked dreams toiled trouble
your handlebars are horrible
your scandal scars are laughable

» Posted By matt m On 09.18.2018 @ 1:56 pm


only lonely little bushy tailed pal
a momentary glance we shared
instinct common link
we open our minds to each other
a vacant glare
a heart stare
squirrel, inspire me

» Posted By matt m On 09.17.2018 @ 3:09 pm


i’m not afraid of dying
rather, i’m afraid of not living
sometimes life feels lifeless
the world is ill, consumed by illness
i cannot fathom an attempt
to continue in this worthless state
i am saved by the concept of no other state

» Posted By matt m On 09.16.2018 @ 11:24 pm


i can’t seem to write a word
this insults my intelligence
you know we’re better than this
a frothy foam drips from the page
patiences eradicated
child coming
moments fewer
my ex girlfriend thriving
my days deafening
my fleeting feeling forget me
my patience insults me
it goes away
puts me in a box

» Posted By matt m On 09.11.2018 @ 1:56 pm


i try hard to understand the kind of pain
you like to inflict in me
you struggle to understand
the momentary lapse of reason
your anger provokes
uttered words unthought
lost in broken back egoist
if i stay
i’m leaving soon

» Posted By matt m On 09.09.2018 @ 1:06 pm

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